She tried to dig up the feelings I’d buried deep inside. It took a year of constant effort, but she finally wore me down. What she found destroyed her and landed me back in jail. Fortunately she escaped the apartment before any permanent damage could be done.
Why do people think that all feelings are positive? It’s not fair. I spent decades of hard work and therapy to make myself as normal as possible. Then she came along and made me love her. She couldn’t accept that parts of me are bad. She wanted the whole experience. She got it.